Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"I was planning to send someone to look for you tomorrow."

Ji Yun lowered his voice: "Is the structure of your teacher's improved Spirit-Breaking Bullet complex?"

"What do you mean?" Lin Bai was taken aback for a moment, then asked in return.

"If it's not complicated, there might be trouble."

Ji Yun sighed, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes:

"There's a guy named Nie Chenyuan in the Inner City's Silent Ones Secret Society. He's a second-tier alchemist, nicknamed 'The Scalpel'."

"This person is technically very skilled, but has a terrible character. His specialty is reverse engineering other people's alchemical achievements."

"Our low-priced Soul-Breaking Bullets have just hit the market, causing chaos, but they've also taken away a lot of people's profits."

"Just now, I received news that Nie Chenyuan has begun to work on the reverse deduction."

At this point, Ji Yun patted Lin Bai on the shoulder, his tone sincere:

"Brother Lin, although this deal is just a trial for me, and I can just let it go if it falls through, it could be a significant loss for you and your teacher."

"If the technological barriers aren't high enough... it's best to have your teacher prepare early. Alternatively, we could consider lowering the price and selling off the stock to make a quick buck."

Ji Yun spoke very sincerely.

This fulfilled the obligation of reminding partners while subtly conveying the message, "I can't help you either."

After all, it doesn't make sense for a businessman to offend a big shot in the Silent Ones Society for the sake of an alchemist whose background is unknown.

Lin Bai listened quietly, but his expression showed none of the panic that Ji Yun had expected.

He even laughed.

But there was a chilling undertone to that smile that was hard to decipher.

"Nie Chenyuan, right?"

He didn't know where he was going to find the money for those 1000 masks.

I was just worrying about how to make a lot of money, and then you jumped out and cut off my original welfare income?

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

Since you want to play, let's go big and flip the table!

Lin Bai looked at the rotten swamp standing not far away, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

Ji Yun stared blankly at the confident Lin Bai.

So confident?

Could that alternative material really be some kind of unique resource that cannot be replicated?

Or does Lin Bai have other trump cards up his sleeve?

"Alright, since Brother Lin is so confident, then I'm relieved." Ji Yun resumed his elegant smile.

"I'm going back now. There's been some trouble at the Cloud City ruins lately, and my family is in complete chaos."

Ji Yun did not linger and soon left with his bodyguards.

Lin Bai frowned as he watched his retreating figure.

Ruins of Cloud City?

misfortune?

"Strategist, what's that pretty boy whispering to you about? He's being all mysterious." Iron Fist came over, holding a handful of sunflower seeds he'd somehow gotten his hands on, cracking them open with a loud cracking sound.

Lin Bai ignored him, but his gaze fell on Xie Qingtang, who had been silent all along.

The woman was wearing a black tank top today, and the choker around her neck had been changed to a style with silver studs.

Standing there, he resembled a drawn blade, exuding a chilling aura.

Most importantly... her aura has changed.

The Xie Qingtang of the past, though cold, was a coldness that kept strangers at bay.

But now, she gives off a strange sense of emptiness, as if she will disappear in the next second and vanish completely into the shadows.

"Have you finished the potion?" Lin Bai suddenly asked.

Xie Qingtang's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded.

"Um."

"Haha, I knew the strategist would figure it out!"

Iron Fist excitedly spat sunflower seed shells all over the ground, spittle flying everywhere:

"We just finished drinking it a couple of days ago! Now, with you, strategist, we have three superhumans in our fighting arena! With this setup, we could practically roam freely in the outer city, right?"

"If things keep going like this, I feel like I could even become a gang leader! Then I'll get myself a leather overcoat!"

Iron Fist was indulging in his daydreams when a lazy voice poured down like a bucket of cold water.

"What? You're planning to seize power and replace me as the leader?"

Fuminuma walked over at some point.

He leaned against the railing as if he had no bones.

He was fiddling with a dark green ring in his hand, but his eyes revealed a shrewdness.

"No way, boss!" Iron Fist shrank back, chuckling sheepishly. "I'm just... broadening my horizons! Envisioning the future!"

Fuzuma rolled his eyes at him and ignored the idiot.

He turned his head, his deep-set eyes flashing with a sharp light as he looked Lin Bai up and down, his tone becoming somewhat subtle:

"Young Master Ji's attitude towards you is quite unusual; even Madam Lan treats you differently."

"Brother Lin, you've been keeping it well hidden."

Lin Bai shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"It's just a business collaboration; it's all just empty talk."

Fuzuma chuckled softly, but a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

"I heard you need to see me urgently? Let's go upstairs and talk."

He turned and walked upstairs.

......

The soundproofing of the top-floor office is top-notch; just one door away, the deafening heavy metal noise from downstairs is completely blocked.

Iron Fist curled up in a corner of the leather sofa, looking rather aggrieved.

Two fingers, thicker than a normal person's thigh, were intertwined, making him look like a primary school student being punished by his homeroom teacher.

The moment Xie Qingtang entered the room, she automatically activated "invisibility mode" and chose to stand in the darkest corner.

If you don't look closely, you won't even notice that there's someone there.

At their desks, Lin Bai and Fuzhao faced each other across the table.

"Alright," Fukunuma broke the silence first.

"Speak up, why are you being so serious? What's the matter?"

Lin Bai didn't reply, but instead asked:

"Weren't you just wondering why that rich young master Ji Yun from the inner city was so polite to me?"

He reached into his pocket, pulled out two bullets engraved with intricate patterns, and casually tossed them onto the table.

"That's the answer."

Fuzuma raised an eyebrow, picked up one, and brought it to his eyes.

The bullet's surface has a subtle shimmering texture, a testament to its exquisite craftsmanship.

He squinted and examined it for a long time, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Finally, he raised his head, his eyes revealing a clear sense of confusion.

"What is this thing?"

Lin Bai almost choked on his breath, then burst out laughing.

Indeed, he overestimated the vision of the people from outside the city.

I thought everyone could recognize the Spirit-Breaking Bullet at a glance like Ji Yun.

In the outer city, it's like a beggar not caring which Michelin-starred restaurant has launched a new foie gras.

Although the "low-priced spirit-breaking bullet" has gone wild in the inner city, even forcing that second-tier alchemist to get involved in a fight, here it is still a legendary luxury item.

"Spirit-Breaking Bullet," Lin Bai said succinctly.

"Spirit-Destroying Bullet?"

Fuminuma paused for a moment, "Which one? The original or...?"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

As a local bigwig, he had naturally heard about the bloody "price war" that had raged in the inner city these past two days.

That ruthless person who managed to reduce the price of a Spirit-Breaking Bullet from over a hundred gold coins to a mere ten gold coins—a bargain price...

Fuzuma suddenly looked up, and the way he looked at Lin Bai changed.

"Is this the thing that Ji Yun from Sky Bank is selling...?"

Lin Bai's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything.

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